Frank woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring at 5 AM, the early hour of a familiar companion since he had moved in with his aunt. The quiet of the house enveloped him, providing a moment of solace before the day began. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, memories of his father flickered through his mind—bittersweet but not overwhelmingly heavy. Although he missed him, he cherished the good memories that came to mind. His older sister had graduated and moved out, and while he sometimes felt the weight of her absence, he was genuinely happy for her—she was living her life, chasing her dreams.

After slipping into his favorite sweatpants and hoodie, his go-to outfit that made him feel comfortable, he made his way downstairs. The house was still, and he appreciated the peace as he grabbed a quick breakfast. Stepping outside into the cool morning air, he felt a rush of

anticipation for the day ahead. Today was the second day of school, and he couldn’t shake the mix of nerves and excitement churning in his stomach. There was a feeling deep inside him that something special was going to happen this year, something that would change everything—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity waiting just around the corner.

As he arrived at school, Frank navigated the bustling hallways filled with laughter and chatter. The morning flew by in a blur of introductions and syllabus discussions, and soon, the bell rang for first period. He headed to AP Computer Science, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he entered the classroom. Mrs. Rhone greeted him with a warm smile, instantly putting him at ease. He was surrounded by familiar faces, and that made all the difference.

As the class began, Frank found himself immersed in the world of programming. The thrill of tackling new projects captured his attention, providing a much-needed distraction. He was excited about what they would learn, and he felt like he was in his element. The lesson flowed smoothly, and by the end of the period, he had already started brainstorming ideas for the upcoming projects.

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When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Frank eagerly packed up his things, ready for gym class and the prospect of seeing his friends. Entering the gym for fourth period, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Ken, Ricky, Rob, and Paul, already deep in conversation. Their laughter was infectious, and Frank couldn't help but join in, a genuine smile spreading across his face. It felt good to be surrounded by friends, the camaraderie helping him mask any lingering sadness.

The group was animatedly discussing their summer adventures, swapping stories and teasing one another about who had the best vacation. Frank found himself laughing along, his heart lighter as they joked about everything from video games to the latest anime. It was moments like these that made him forget about the weight he sometimes felt on his shoulders. As they moved around the gym, he felt invigorated, ready to engage in whatever activities awaited them.

Suddenly, in the midst of their banter, Frank noticed a girl on the other side of the gym, laughing with her friends. She was energetic, her laughter infectious, and he couldn't help but be drawn to her vibrant spirit. His friends had momentarily stopped talking, pointing toward her with amused expressions. Frank felt his heart race as he realized they were likely talking about him, and he felt a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Dude, she’s totally into you!” Rob nudged him, and Frank laughed it off, unsure of how to respond. He hadn’t even spoken to her yet, and the idea of someone being interested in him seemed far-fetched. But as he watched her, he felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The thought of being the senior who dated a sophomore made him uneasy, and he hesitated, feeling the weight of that uncertainty.

As gym class began, Frank dove into the activities with his friends, his laughter ringing out as they joked and teased one another. But his thoughts kept drifting back to the girl he had seen earlier. There was something about her that intrigued him, something that felt special. The bell rang again, signaling the end of class, and as he left the gym, he felt a mix of hope and excitement. He walked to his next class, buoyed by the belief that this year held something special for him—something that would change everything. For now, though, he would focus on enjoying his senior year and the moments that made him smile.